I believe in the sun even when it is not shining.
I believe in love even when I do not feel it.
I believe in God even when God is silent.
... the silence in the mind
is when we live best, within
listening distance of the silence we call God ...
It is a presence, then,
whose margins are our margins;
that calls us out over our own fathoms.
What to do, but to draw a little nearer
to such ubiquity by remaining still?